I think about my week, my thoughts, my heartbeats that have led me up to this moment. I have shared here in this space about my aches, my worries, and my fears that maybe I am just not cut out for us.
I look deep into my heart and soul and come up empty, void because this heart loves much and hurts deep and this mind thinks long and works harder than it should to understand what only the spirit can truly know.
I wish I knew all of the answers, the reasons, the pathways of His crazy, radical, dizzy grace but I find myself often at a loss to know and understand.
And still somehow, even if it only seems to be in the margins, there His love shines through, like a beautiful splash of light across those hidden dark spaces of my soul, reminding me...when I will listen...
I am here.
Every Friday I link up with my pal, Lisa-Jo at The Gypsy Mama
where she and a few hundred or so other writers join together
and share 5 minutes of free, beautiful, unedited words
just letting then artist soul fly free and unfettered.